Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CUPID'S HOLIDAY, by FLOYD DELL First Line: Let her that is of love afraid Last Line: But be glad of it forever! Subject(s): Cupid; Eros | ||||||||
Let her that is of love afraid Venture not into the shade Of this dusk wood, the tangles dark And secret glades of Cupid's Park; Turn her timid steps away, Nor disturb the laughing play Of those that keep love's holiday. Only she may enter here Whose happy fancy laughs at fear, Only she whose generous flame Burns away the thought of shame: But welcome to this trysting place That lovely girl whose laughing face Can lend delight its own sweet grace. Here let her number joys until Arithmetic's amazed, and fill Her lap with pleasures as with flowers, Kissing out the golden hours, Till the hours are kissed to sleep, And the stars her secrets keep In a golden slumber deep. Waking, she shall wake to gladness, Never any pang of sadness Or regret shall bitter-mingle With the morning joys that tingle At her dewy lips -- O never Shall she rue her sweet endeavor, But be glad of it forever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MESSAGE FROM THE SLEEPER AT HELL'S MOUTH: 6. ONESELF AT HELL'S MOUTH by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER SONNET: O HUSBAND! by ANNE WALDMAN EROS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES CLEOMENS, OR THE SPARTAN HERO: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN A CELEBRATION OF CHARIS: 5. HIS DISCOURSE WITH CUPID by BEN JONSON CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR DEATH AND CUPID; AN ALLEGORY by JOHN GODFREY SAXE |
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